Chapter Thirty-Three
It was eight thirty the next morning when the car horn honked in front of the house. “Ryley, your ride’s here,” Maggie said, handing him his backpack and hurrying him out the door, waving at Mrs. Bellman in her small red sedan. Her daughter was in Ryley’s grade, and sometimes they shared a ride. “Don’t forget, I’m picking you up from school today.”
“I know, Mom.” He didn’t linger, hopping into the backseat of the idling car. She waved again as they drove away and hurried back into the house. Richard was loading the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. She touched his arm and then reached around him for her mug of lukewarm coffee.
“I called Sam,” Richard said. “I’m meeting him in Sequim this morning at his new office. It’s next to the state trooper detachment, so if i
